“As uncommon as the crystal is, I cannot say I am too surprised,” his voice held an amused tone to it, expression reflecting one of tickled delight. It was relatively sweet and lilting, as were his tries at not troubling any other. Truth be told, pleasant moments were quite rarefied in his experience.
“I hardly mind, but you have been forgiven,” Perhaps, it was the fact that his own Creation was often distracted in most situations, those where utter excitement grew in the air and a beam came to grace her features head-on. In any case, he provides another reassuring quirk of the lips, be it rather thin and nearly unnoticeable to the naked eye. The youngling that is present before him is given his sympathies. Still ever so swiftly, brief confusion is met with the raise of an optic ridge, for he is taken off-kilter—inclining the head, or even bowing stood to be a well-bred manner that was sparsely ever forwarded to a being like him. The mecha internally shrugs his dumbfounded sentiments aside, nevertheless. He settles on returning the bow, as it may be the best course of action for that particular instant.
“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Tiombe. You are free to call me De'ulka, if you wish.”
A fleeting pause, so short-lived a waver at that, providing she would not acknowledge it. Recalling such an archaic spew of seemingly meaningless lettering felt foreign upon the tip of his tongue, something he would have preferred to keep out of existence. He momentarily tenses his jaw, catching himself on abysmal memories that simply had to be connected to said identification. Though, once having ultimately decided upon shoving his thoughts into the farthest corner of his processor, he turns his concerns on the younger – it would be wise to attempt at remembering her designation, however fruitless it might be, knowing well enough that his memory is failing him – in question.
“I take it that you are not one typically gifted things, by your reaction? You at first seemed skeptical.”
Tiombe felt her frame slightly ease up. She was finding herself relaxing around the other, knowing that he had no intention in harming her. She had been on edge for so long it was nice to make an acquaintance or at least a friend. On top of that, she was excused from her mistake. It was a habit that she had been conditioned into, so it wasn’t her fault. His confusion was not unnoticed though, but she was quick to dismiss it as he introduced himself.
“De’ulka....that’s an interesting name. I feel like I’ve heard similar names to that before but...I can’t place it.”
For now, she was going to let the feeling of familiarity go away. There would be plenty of time to mull on it when she was on her lonesome once again. But it persisted, muddled, pestered. Like an itch she couldn’t reach. Somehow she knew the familiar pronunciation and punctuation, she knew it, just knew it. With a deep breath she managed to let the frustration muddle down to a small irritation. Getting mad over something like that was not worth it.
"You’d be right, I only get gifts from my clients now and then. I don’t mind them though, I quite enjoy them.”
